Chapter 48 #2
Our tongues clashed in a war of desperation—sliding, tangling, biting.
The kiss was frantic, rough, soaked with hunger and want, the kind of hunger that wanted to devour and never stop.
His taste was in my mouth, his breath filling me, and still I dragged him closer, like I would break if I lost even an inch or small of his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, Thrax’s hands slid to the back of my thighs, strong and firm, and lifted me.
My gasp vanished into his mouth as he dragged me up his torso, making me wrap my legs around his waist. Heat surged between us as he turned, carrying me and striding for the stairs before pushing into the bedroom.
“Panties?” he growled into my mouth as we fell onto the bed, his weight settling over me, pressing me into the sheets. He kissed me hard for a few more seconds, then pulled back just enough to look down at me.
One hand braced his body up, the other slid under my shirt, warm fingers meeting bare skin. The evidence of my arousal was there for him, wet and unhidden.
His lips tipped into a dark smile. “Good girl.”
The sound of it made my insides clench violently, my body aching to be filled.
I watched, breathless, as he pushed up from the bed, stripping away his clothes piece by piece. Every muscle, every line of his body came into view until he stood bare, and the sheer sight of him made my thighs quiver.
I shed the only thing covering me, tossing it aside.
When he tugged the last of his clothes off, I thought he would press me down again, cover me with his weight, cage me beneath him the way he always did.
But instead, he sat back on the bed, dragging his long legs up onto the mattress, resting against the headboard with a composure that made me swallow.
I blinked at him, throat tight when it hit me. His cock stood heavy and hard, waiting, pulsing against his stomach. He wasn’t going to take me.
He was waiting for me to take him.
Thrax leaned back, eyes locked on me. “What are you waiting for? Climb on.”
My cheeks burned hot, my stomach twisting in want. My eyes darted from the thick, aching length of him to his calm and expectant face. Even as my pussy clenched hard at the sight, I couldn’t hide that the thought of sinking onto him kind of terrified me.
“Come on, Sanora. Don’t make me take action.”
I swallowed, steadying myself, then crawled up to him on my knees. Swinging one leg over his, I straddled him, the heat of his body radiating against mine. His hands came to my waist automatically, but I slapped them away, shaking my head.
“I’ll go at my pace,” I breathed, refusing to let him control this when I already felt like I might split in half without him.
He raised his hands in mock surrender, that wicked smirk tugging at his mouth. Then he laced his fingers behind his head, biceps flexing with the motion, scarred chest broad and hard. “Your pace, Nher.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly—up, down, up, down—and watching his stomach flexed under the strain of control as I did. His jaw ticked as he let me tease him, my wetness spreading over his thighs, dripping hot.
I guided the tip to my entrance, brushing it back and forth across my clit until my body clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled. The hunger coiled so hard inside me I could barely breathe.
Then, slowly, I began to sink down. My body stiffened at the wide stretch, at the sweet sting of him forcing me open.
Thrax and I had had sex more times than I could count on one hand, yet each time he was inside me, it felt like he was taking me for the first time. It’d take a while to get used to him, and by a while, I meant forever.
“Fuck,” I muttered, bracing my hands on his chest as I pushed myself lower.
“Damn, Sanora,” he groaned, eyes fixed on us, brows furrowed in need.
Every inch I took rearranged me, shifted me, bent me around his thickness. It was too much, always too much, but my body burned to claim it anyway.
Shaking my head, panting, I whispered, “I’m not going beyond this.”
The only thing that came out of Thrax’s mouth was a deep chuckle that vibrated against me, the kind that told me I’d end up swallowing my words.
I pushed up, then sank lower, deeper than before, my walls clutching and spasming around him.
“Sanora,” his voice was harsh and dark, almost breaking, “ if you haven’t noticed, I started letting go and stopped controlling myself when it comes to you. And right now, I can’t find that fucking control anymore.”
Oh, I know what that means.
“What does that mean?” I breathed, rocking slowly on him.
His eyes burned into mine. “Fuck me now, or I’ll fuck you up. Go lower. Every. Single. Inch.”
I tried to move up again, but his hands clamped down on my waist, holding me in place. His voice was roughened with lust, with warning. “Every inch, Sanora. Go down.”
My hands gripped his wrists, feeling the strain in his fingers as he tried to restrain from doing it himself.
Gathering the strength of my arousal, I bit down on my lip and forced myself lower, inch by inch, until my pelvis crashed into his, taking all of him inside me.
I gasped, nearly crying at the stretch, sweat breaking across my skin as I fought to breathe. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“And you’re perfect.” His hands tightened. “Ride me, Sanora.”
I obeyed. Slowly at first, rolling my hips against him, feeling every ridge of him rub inside me, my clit catching on the base with every grind. The sensation stole my breath and ripped moans from my throat.
Thrax didn’t move, didn’t force me—just let me work myself over him, surprisingly patient, dark eyes locked on my face. His jaw flexed, the muscles in his arms tight where he still held himself back.
I picked up my pace, bouncing gently, thighs trembling, sweat dripping down my spine. My breaths came ragged as I rose and fell, taking him harder. He let me. But his face told me he was one second away from snapping.
When I faltered, when my thighs shook too hard to push faster, he let out a feral sound, lips pulling back in a dark snarl.
“That’s it.”
His hands seized my waist, holding me suspended, and then he slammed up into me with a force that ripped a cry from my throat.
Stars burst behind my eyes as my legs buckled. The crack of his thrust echoed in the room, obscene and loud.
Again and again, he drove into me, his rhythm brutal, unrelenting.
He alternated between lifting me and dropping me down his length and ramming his hips up into me, making me bounce helplessly on his cock.
My moans tangled with his, both our bodies slick with sweat, the sounds of us filling the room.
“You’re mine,” he rasped between gritted teeth, breath ragged, thrusts never slowing.
“I’m yours,” I moaned, arching, clinging to him.
“And?”
His question shook me to my core. The sex had scrambled every thought in my head, but one truth burned clear enough to rip through the haze.
“I love you.” The words were broken, but that was the most honest thing I’d ever felt, right from the deepest part of me.
The effect on him was instant. His growl ripped through the air, primal and guttural. His thrusts turned savage, feral and punishingly deep, like my confession had torn away the last thread of his restraint. He fucked me like a man claiming, branding, and worshipping, his breath hot.
I took it, body unravelling, heart splintering and soaring all at once as his mouth found the curve of my throat. His palm claimed my breast, squeezing hard as his lips pressed heat into my skin. “I love you,” he rasped against me.
“Even in my next life?” I teased breathlessly, though my voice broke under the storm of pleasure, my body tightening as he pounded into that sweet spot.
Thrax’s brows pinched, his face contorted with lust, but his gaze locked to mine, unwavering. His other hand cradled my cheek, thumb brushing my skin as though I were the most fragile thing in the world even as he fucked me like I wasn’t.
His voice was hoarse and raw with sincerity. “In every lifetime,” he replied. “If the curse ends with your death, then let me suffer forever.” His palm slid to the back of my head, pulling me closer until our foreheads pressed. His breath was ragged as he whispered, “Just don’t leave me.”
Oh, dear.
The tears came without my permission, spilling hot and quick. They slid down my cheek, fuelled by his words, by the way he held me, by the dizzying intensity of bouncing on him, every thrust knocking something loose inside me.
I inched close to him, my moan swallowed when he claimed my lips, messy and wet.
And even as the world blurred into nothing, even as pleasure snapped through me like lightning, I found myself smiling through the tears, through the kiss, the sex.
Because beneath all the ruin, all the curses and doom, there was this—us.
And it was beautiful.